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life riddles©️

What is the key that unlocks the locks
Who is the hand that winds up the clock
Where did the wind dance on the wire
Why does the heart feel rain in fire
 
How does the wind circle the Earth
If the wind circles where is it’s Girth
Does it’s Girth- make-wide the globe
Did Jonah ‘nd Mosses both- really know
 
Is the Pacific-blue more deeply than wide
Why do gray-Grunions run-out slippery at night
Do starry-shines number more than sand on a beach
Which act came first-The Word-or The Land in belief
 
Begin with the beginning that loops at both ends~~~
Then runs scream-screaming loosed strings in hand
Do strings that circle, circles-circle on top of the Top
Can Tops pop&hop if the circles bottom is on Top
 
Will the Tops walk on-strings, strung out on a breeze
Can an un-strung string walk a silken-string gleam
Do Monofilament lined eyes of neon-green-see
An un-covered string suspended floating free
 
Within a stream that ambles slowly along lightly calm
Without a care in the world un-strung in a living whirl  
While dancing in the Chrystal movement pristine
Beneath the beneath upon a breath breathed
 
Below the belows down where the dark sleeps
In tunnels and holes 🕳 black round and old
Where do not enter signs read bleep bleep  
Within the moldy close the deep speaks
 
In monosyllabic utterings made in currents bubbling
From deep throat Bass with biggie mouthed teeth
With big black eyes prying an emerald wet green
Willing to chomp a neon string strongly snagged
 
Within a tangled mass of bad dreams below the belows
Way down underneath the underneath in cavernous
Holes deep dreaming deamons defy tranquil beams
Slickly sleeping carefully stealing happier days
 
With voices high-spinning lines in rhymes & dreams
Between the betweens in the old cloistered seams
Where spirits walk&talk drifting slow into cocoons  
Undone in spider-webbed Hippodrome rings
 
Sleeping in coffins memories of the dancing long bones
Celebrating a rising Moon in thorn pricks blood worn
Sewn with embroidery stringed skulls blooming form

Illustration by Author
Written by emilybronte
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Author's Note
This is a Poem of Whimsey that asks some questions about life flows through word-play patterns then finds itself returning to reality in nature morphs and departs into ?
Well you’ll need to take the reading journey to find out-Lol Was fun to write . Em.
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